Everything Will Make Sense in the Morning
Trigger Warnings: Manhandling, treating people like ornaments, power imbalance, angst, unsettling behaviour (lmk if anymore apply and I will edit this and the ao3 tags) >>not sexual but uncomfortable and strange<<
// Fandom: Naruto // Rating: Mature // SFW // No Smut // No Ship // dldr //
Summary:
Hogake Minato Namikaze summons Kakashi Hatake to his office and that is the last order he is given that evening that he understands. Everything that follows is… strange.
(AU in which Kushina and Naruto died during the Ninetails attack but Minato survived. This takes place nearly a year later. Kakashi is a barely functioning fourteen-year-old ANBU who is a long way from who he is in part one. Minato projects that he is a reasonable individual but he really isn’t.)
This fic is the first instalment in a series in which Minato’s strange behaviour develops and everything gets a little darker.
Read on Ao3 Here
Excerpt:
“Ah, Kakashi, there you are,” Minato said as Kakashi gently closed the door to the Hokage’s office behind him. There was a small click in the relative silence of the room that signalled that the lock was in place and Kakashi took his hand off the knob slowly, fingers ghosting along the wood as he came away from the door.
His grip hadn’t been strong to begin with. While Kakashi didn’t think before crushing a throat with his bare hands on a mission, outside of his work he was conscious of his movements, to the point of detriment at times, especially in Minato’s presence. He wasn’t sure why, he hadn’t thought too deeply about it.
… friend killer …
He looked at Minato, switching his slightly unfocused gaze from his hands to his sensei-turned-hokage in a neck movement that was probably too precise to not come off as a little creepy. But Minato just smiled his usual sunny-closed-eyes-smile and didn’t react to Kakashi’s awkward posture and the way he stumbled through interactions and always said not the wrong things but not the right things either and people would give him looks and shy away and not seek him out past first impressions and they knew he wasn’t normal that something was wrong with him they whispered they called him things they called him-
“Come here,” Minato said, eyes open now and mouth in an agreeable line, and gestured above his table, indicating the space in front of his desk where a chair would usually be but wasn’t. “Take a seat.”
On automatic, Kakashi walked forwards and came to a stop before the desk. Minato’s expression gave no further explanation for what he was expected to do, not even when Minato cocked his head to the side slightly, his hair falling wayside, and his lips spread in the way they did when he watched the new genin train. Genin could be clueless at times and Minato smiled like that at them when they were, finding their honest mistakes - mistakes that would get them killed in the field - and open confusion - bad habit, they shouldn’t broadcast their emotional state to the enemy - endearing somehow.
“It’s not like you to disobey your superiors, Kakashi,” Minato said and his tone sounded good-natured but Kakashi’s blood ran cold regardless and he cringed ever so slightly, hunching a little more into himself. Kakashi didn’t rely on his own judgement unless he absolutely had to and, generally, his superiors were more level headed than he was. He didn’t disobey unless they were clearly incompetent and Kakashi was the next logical choice of leadership.
“Take a seat, Kakashi.”
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